Confessions of a Licker

I'm a licker. This realization hit me tonight as, after my husband (at my request) kindly did the dishes, I suddenly felt compelled to jump in and finish them before he set the pan in the sink to soak. Why? So I could lick the spoon and the pan . . . I'm not proud of this, but it's true. It took great strength to stand there and watch him put the pan under the faucet. It was like saying goodbye to a dear friend. I couldn't figure out why he didn't have a great urge to lick it as well. I think next time I'll pretend I'm him and don't have that urge and see how it feels . . .